After the meeting was concluded, when the last echoes of divine voices faded into the endless firmament, Novella was summoned.
Not requested. Not invited. She was summoned. The call did not come as sound, nor light, nor command spoken aloud. It arrived as a pull deep within her essence, an irresistible gravity that wrapped around her divine core and drew her upward, beyond the Celestial Assembly, beyond the Courts of Judgment, beyond the Thrones of Creation, to the place no god approached unless called.
His chamber. The Heavenly Chamber of the Supreme God. It existed at the very apex of existence itself.
